Vol 2 Chapter 787: Nifadora Tonks

Harry could hardly believe this to be true. There was no news for four weeks, and there was no hint of a plan to take him off Privet Road, and suddenly a large group of wizards stood in this house, as if it was a plan that had been drawn up long ago.
He glanced at the people around Fanlin and Lupin, and they still stared at him eagerly. He was extremely ashamed of the fact that he hadn't combed his hair for four days.
"I said-you are really lucky, because the Dursleys are all out." He said vaguely.
"Lucky, ha!" said the purple-haired witch, "I lured them out in a way. I sent them a letter through the Muggle post office telling them that they had been nominated to participate in the fairest in England. The suburban lawn competition. They set off as soon as they heard of the bonus, or they thought they were the champions."
Harry briefly imagined what Uncle Vernon's face would look like when he learned that there was no competition for the smoothest suburban lawn in England.
"We are leaving, shall we?" Harry asked. "Soon?"
"Almost immediately," Fanlin replied, "We are just waiting for everything to be cleaned up."
"Where are we going? Is it Barrow?" Harry asked hopefully.
"No, it's not Barrow," Lupin said while leading Harry to the kitchen. The small group of wizards followed, still staring at Harry curiously. "That's too risky. We have to go somewhere. Detective command. That will take a while."
Mad-Eye Moody is sitting on the kitchen table sipping a drink from a small water bottle. His magic eyes rotate in all directions, carefully examining the various utensils that the Dursley family has painstakingly collected.
"This is Moody, Harry," Lupin continued, pointing to Moody. "Yes, I know," Harry replied uncomfortably.
It felt weird to be introduced to someone he thought he had known for a year.
"And this is Nifadora—"
"Don't call me Nifadora, Remus," the young witch shivered. "My name is Tonks."
"Nifadora Tonks, I only like guys whose last name is known to others." Lupin concluded.
"What would you do if your stupid mother named you Nifadora." Tonks whispered.
"This is Kensley Shakreport," Lupin introduced, pointing at the tall black wizard, who bowed.
"Elphias Doug," the panting old wizard nodded.
"This is Darius Digger--"
"We've met before," exclaimed Digger, and at the same time took off his high purple hat.
"Emilan Vance." This was a solemn-looking witch wearing an emerald scarf, and she nodded.
"Sturgis Podmer." A wizard with straw-colored hair and a square chin blinked.
"Hesta Jones next." A witch with pink cheeks and black hair came out from Moody's.
Harry awkwardly nodded at them when introducing everyone. He hoped that these guys could look at something else instead of staring at him, as if he had suddenly become a clown on stage. He also wondered why so many people are here.
"As for this one..." Lupin said.
"Vanlin El." Harry said quickly.
"I think so, this does not require me to introduce." Professor Lu Ping laughed.
"But, I still want to ask, you...no, why are you..."
"A staggering number of wizards volunteered to come and pick you up," Lupin seemed to be able to read Harry's thoughts, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Yes, it's good, but it will be better," Moody said in the dark. "We are your bodyguards, Potter."
"We are just waiting for a signal to tell us that we can leave safely," Lupin continued, and quickly glanced out the kitchen window. "It will take us about 5 minutes to get there."
"These Muggles are very clean, aren't they?" Tonks said in surprise, as she looked around the kitchen with very curious eyes. "My father is of Muggle descent, but he is a complete slacker. I think that's different. Maybe wizards are not born to do this."
"Um-yes," Harry said, "you see -" he turned his back to Lupin, "what's next, I haven't heard anything from anyone, how is Voldemort?"
Several wizards and witches made weird hissing noises, De Darius Diguel took off his hat again, and Moody yelled, "Shut up!"
"What?" Harry asked.
"Nothing, it's the same." Fanlin said quickly, but Moody glared at him immediately.
Well, Fanlin knew that he had made a mistake again and talked less. This was the instruction given by the person in charge.
"We can't discuss anything here, it's too dangerous," Moody turned his normal eye to Harry and said. His magic eye was still focused on the ceiling, "curse it," he added angrily, placing a hand on the magic eye, "since the scumbag took it - it has become unacceptable."
Then with a disgusting sound similar to that of a diver being dragged out of a pool, Moody took out the magic eye.
"Moody, do you know that it's annoying," Tonks protested extremely dissatisfied. "Can you give me a glass of water, Harry," Moody pleaded.
Harry went through the dishwasher, took out a clean glass and filled the sink with water, the wizards still watching him eagerly. Their relentless gaze had begun to haunt Harry.
"It's great," Harry said when he handed the glass to Moody. Moody immersed the magic eye in the water and pressed it down and down. The magic eye revolved quickly, staring at them from all angles.
"I need 360 degrees of vision on the way back."
"How do we get back—and where are we going?" Harry asked. "Riding on a broomstick," Lupin said, "this is the only way. You are too young to move instantaneously, and they are monitoring the fireplace network and setting a manual door key at the same time, which is meaningless to us. "
"Remus said you are an excellent fast disc player," Kensley Shakreport said in his low voice.
"He is the best," Lupin said while checking his watch. "Anyway, you'd better go up and pack, Harry, we have to be ready to leave when the signal comes."
"We will help you," Tonks said briskly. She and Fanlin followed Harry back to the living room and upstairs, looking around with curiosity and interest along the way.
"Interesting place," Tonks said, "It's just a bit too clean. Do you know what I mean? It's a bit unnatural. Oh, it's better." When they entered Harry's bedroom and turned on the light, she Added.
Harry's room must be much messier than the others.
He has been in a very emotional state for four days and locked himself in this room.
Harry spared no effort to tidy up this place.
Most of the books he owned were piled up on the floor in a mess, and he threw aside after reading it himself. Hedwig's cage also needs to be thoroughly cleaned, and now it has begun to emit smells.
His suitcase was lying open, Muggle clothes and wizard robes mixed in a mess, and the floor was everywhere.
Harry began to pick up the book and hurriedly put it into the box. Fanlin wanted to use magic, but since Harry still had traces of magic, Fudge would count it without hesitation if he was performing any magic. Lee's head.
There is no doubt that this will become very troublesome, and Moody's will not allow it at all.
Tonks stopped in front of Harry's opened closet, and looked critically at her own image through the glass set inside.
"You know, I don't think purple really suits me," she said hesitantly, trying to tie up her long, spiky hair. "Do you think it makes me look a little eye-catching?"
"Well—" Harry said, looking at her over the posters of the British and Irish Quaidies national team.
"Perhaps you can change the color, it is not difficult for you." Fanlin said helplessly, "Perhaps you can also come and help."
"Yes, that's it," Tonks concluded. She closed her eyes with a nervous expression as if trying to recall something. After a second, her hair turned pink like chewing gum.
"How did you do it?" Harry asked in surprise when Tonks opened his eyes again.
"I'm a shapeshifter," she looked at her image in the mirror, and turned her head around so that she could see her hair from all directions.
"This means that I can change my appearance as I want," she said after seeing Harry's confused expression in the mirror, "I am the one born. During the training of the Auror, my camouflage program won. The highest score, but I haven't learned it at all, it's the best."
"Are you a member of the Auror?" Harry was impressed. Becoming a dark wizard hunter after graduating from Hogwarts was the only career Harry had ever considered.
"Yes," Tonks looked proud. "So is Kensley, although his magic is a little bit higher than mine. I was only allowed to join a year ago. But I completely failed in covert operations and tracking. I Stupid to die, do you hear the sound of me breaking the plate when we arrive downstairs?"
"I warned you, Tonks, but you didn't care." Fanlin said.
"I'm just curious." Tonks said with a smile, "You should be as cute as a child, Fanlin..."
"Do you know how to become a shapeshifter?" Harry stared at Tonks, completely forgetting to pack his things.
Tonks chuckled.
"I bet you don't mind hiding that scar sometimes, do you?" Her eyes spotted the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.
"No, I don't mind." Harry grumbled, and he turned and walked away. He doesn't like people staring at his scar.
"Well, I'm afraid you have to study hard," Tonks said. "The shapeshifters or Animagus are really rare. They are all born, not artificial. Most of them. Wizards have to rely on wands or potions to change their appearance. But we change if we want. Harry, I think our task now is to pack."
She looked at the messy floor around and added with a guilty conscience.
"Oh, yes," Harry grabbed a few more books and stuffed them into the box.
"Don't be stupid, I will do the packing thing much faster!" Tonks called, and her wand made a long wave sweeping motion on the floor. Books, clothes, binoculars and almost everything flew into the air, and flew into the suitcase.
"Why Moody doesn't allow me to use magic." Fanlin said dissatisfiedly.
"Because I am Auror!" Tonks said triumphantly.
"It doesn't seem to be very tidy," Tonks said when he walked to the top of the suitcase and looked at the chaos inside. "My mother has the knack for this spell. She can keep the items neatly in the right place-she You can even make the socks fold on their own-but I have never grasped how she does it-it's a quick flicking action -" Tonks flicked her wand hopefully and quickly.
One of Harry's sock made a feeble swing, and then fell back to the top of the chaotic box with a pop.
"Ha, great," Tonks slammed the lid of the box closed. "At least they are all packed in. That also needs a little cleaning." She pointed her wand at Hedwig's cage.
With the surging of magical power, several feathers and bird droppings disappeared.
"Okay. It's better this time—I never put my energy into remembering those nasty housekeeping spells. Ok—have everything on? Air pot? Broom? Wow! That's a Thunderbolt series. broom--"
Tonks' eyes widened as they sat on the broom that Harry was holding in his right hand. It was Harry's pride and happiness, a gift from Sirius, which was an international standard Swift broom.
"I'm still riding in Comet 20, and only the wealthy guys like Sirius will get this." Tonks said enviously, "Next, is the wand still in your jeans? Our are all safe and sound. Okay, let’s go."
Harry's suitcase floated a few inches in the air. Tonks’ wand was like the conductor’s baton. Tonks let the suitcase hover across the room and went out in front of them. Hedwig’s cage was caught in her left hand.
"She is a little offline~EbookFREE.me~ right?" Harry said blankly.
"If you get in touch with more, you will develop a habit, I promise." Fanlin nodded, "And Animagus, this is not as difficult as imagined, but in your current state, it is very What might become is not what you want."
"What will it be?"
"I don't know, maybe it's a stag, maybe it's a snake..."
"Snake?" Harry was surprised. "It's not that Animagus is the image of his patron saint, how could he be a snake..."
But soon Harry stopped speaking. Naturally, Harry also understood why Fanlin did this...
When he returned to the kitchen, Moody had put his eyes back in, and the magic eyes rotated so fast after cleaning that Harry felt sick when he looked at it. Kensley Shakreport and Sturgis Podmer are checking the microwave oven, and Hesta Jones is rummaging in a drawer, and when she comes over, she is still facing a potato The peeling machine kept laughing. Professor Lu Ping is writing a letter to the Dursley family.